Bologna – what we did

Oct 6-9 – A visit to see Esmeralda

On the evening I arrived, we went to a birthday party for one of the teachers Esmeralda works with. They were sitting at a very long table together with several bottles of prosecco at hand. It was aperitivo hour and at some time a food buffet would appear – one extra euro when you buy the prosecco. But I’m hungry and when I hear one teacher say she’s leaving to get some ‘proper food’ I ask if I can tag along. The teacher, her sister and the sister’s boyfriend and I hurry across the food to a restaurant inside a market but it’s closed for 45 more minutes and we’re all hungry.

As a rule, restaurants are open for lunch from 12-2 or 3 (I’ve seen a couple that open just for one hour at lunch) and then don’t reopen until 730 for dinner, much later than I’m used to. But some are open earlier for tourists or don’t close at all so we find one that will let us in. I order a gnochetti with clams and rapini. It’s not bad – the rapini is cooked far too long, as usual. But it fills a hole. I talk to the teacher who has arrived six weeks earlier from her last job in Dubai. She says her long apartment is 600 Euros a month and that she’s just getting used to the pace of life here – not rushing, just like the Italians. I’m mostly struck by how different her life and her sister’s lives are. They’re from Liverpool and their idea of going out is to cafes and restaurants. After a while, I’m happy to get back to the noisy pub.

My gnochetti wasn’t a large portion so Esmeralda brings me a plate or two of green beans and chick peas, some eggplant and potato. It’s decent, cheap food to serve along with drinks and I’m glad that I had some clams earlier.

We get along well in the flat. There’s plenty of breathing space but no internet! So glad my phone has plenty of data. I enjoy the independent and girly feel in that flat. I think I miss it. It’s been a long time. Wistful.

The next day we go for brunch and I shock myself by having a burger. It’s been ages since I had meat! It’s not bad at all. Then we wander around the various markets – stalls are selling vintage clothes, housewares, clothing of all sorts, antiques, old stuff. I buy three old scarves for a euro. They’ll do for fabric for my next doll when I get around to it.

Later that night we went for dinner. The menus look pretty similar everywhere. I choose a predictable tagliatelle with ragu (or bolognese, as everyone else calls it) and can’t finish it. We are both stuffed to discomfort so collapse at the flat.

Tagliatelle Al Ragu
Tagliatelle Al Ragu

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Vanchiglietta, Vanchiglia and L’Acino

Monday 25 September (Day Eight)

Today was a great day! There was a good mix of all the things I love.

I was busy until about noon, then had a quick lunch with leftover pasta and meatballs. I did some research, still trying to find out about the bipparevale (monthly card). So far it’s just not clear so I tweeted to the GTT.

First we walked to Raspino, a bakery Krish had loved the last time we were here. It wasn’t open (expected) but it was the first step in exploring the Vanchiglia neighbourhood. I had three addresses that would act as markers along the way. I figured out that north of the river was Vanchiglietta, a pretty neighbourhood filled with trendy cafes and workshops. Very peaceful here. It definitely has all the earmarks of the sort of villagey feel such areas need to have to work well. Nothing much was open but I think another visit will work really well. There are plenty of places to sit quietly or have a coffee. There are also some art spaces and finally some interesting wall art.

Vanchiglietta
Vanchiglietta Street
Vanchiglietta
Vanchiglietta
Vanchiglietta Wall Art
Vanchiglietta Wall Art

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Getting reacquainted with Torino!

Tuesday 19 September (Day two)

Today has been a bit of a reacquaintance day! We wandered through the Orologio indoor market and loved the displays there. I noted that the market was 101 years old this year – at least I think that’s what the signs were saying. I found the places to buy burrata and meats and we remembered the beautifully pre-prepared meats, rolled, breaded, or stuffed – to cook at home. This seems a good way to go while away from home and without all the kitchen tools we don’t have here. We decided we will invest In a great pan to cook in, one that we can take home afterwards, as well as a chopping board and a good grater. These things will be great investments in this time away.

Then we walked through the open air market briefly noting the zucchinis with blossoms attached, bunches of chillies, and mounds of plum tomatoes – it must be canning season. I’d love someone to invite me to a homemade pasta with homemade tomato sauce dinner! Then onward.

We were headed for the Tourist Information centre so we could find out what events to attend and which tours were open – we particularly want to see the Caffarel chocolate tour and that’s on 27 October. We’ll book it online. The centre was full of people and only one couple who spoke English. Seems Torino’s tourist population is still mainly other Italians. The centre is in the central of town in the  Piazza Castello with its grand palaces – the Royal Palace of Turin and the Palazzo Madama.

Here you can really tell that it was once a royal place, back when Torino was the capital city. Almost without thinking we headed over to the Mole Antonelliana.

A mole in Italian is a building of monumental proportions. And so it is! It’s the iconic symbol of Turin. It was originally built as a synagogue but now houses the Museo Nationale del Cinema, the tallest museum in the world. From the outside it looks like a metal building it is, in fact, a metal structure faced with stone.

The Mole Antonelliana is the tallest unreinforced brick building in the world, having no steel girder skeleton. (built without a steel girder skeleton). There’s more to its early history than this and it’s worth reading about. There’s a gift shop selling cinema memorabilia and there’s also the famous elevator. The first time I rode in it, my usual elevator phobia melted away into wonder. The elevator has no shaft but is lifted into the glorious golden dome with cables as if suspended in space. My jaw dropped. The view at the top is nice too. And after all that, I have to tell you it’s closed on Tuesday so we didn’t go in, not that it was on our list.

The Mole is very close to the university so we wandered through the area. Today there were a lot of students milling about and chatting in the cafes. I hope to be enlightened by my stay here and some Instagram follows but there isn’t much in the way of street art, although there are the usual scrawlings and tags. I did photograph some pieces that I know were there when I’ve visited before but we aren’t really sure why there isn’t more. Opportunity!

Near the uni
Near the uni

By now my legs were really sore and I thought my knees would give out so we started to head back avoiding the city centre. We saw a wonderful mustard coloured building. One section was very slender and it seemed possible that each floor might be a separate apartment. If so, it would have windows on every side – incredible! There’s a plaque there that told us the building is called ‘Slice of Polenta.’ That’s a fun fact. It even has its own chapter in Atlas Obscura – http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/fetta-di-polenta. We were struck with it immediately and it turns out that it’s the same architect that built the Mole, Alessandro Antonelli.

The Slice of Polenta
The Slice of Polenta

My sore legs kept me going just into the market building again where we bought a panino con porchetta from the only open lunch counter and then into the farmers market to buy some lettuce for a salad. The seller wasn’t at all pleased when I asked for just one lettuce. She sells three for a euro. We just can’t buy that much. At first she asked me for ‘trenta’ (30) but kept insisting it was ridiculous I was buying only one and changed her mind to 50 by handing me back just 50 cents. I was in no mood to argue but she’s lost a potential customer.

The market was closing, the day was done – what harm in selling a lettuce that might go to waste? Arriving back at the flat, ready to wash the lettuce and make a salad with it, adding some plums and some tomatoes, I discovered the leaves were mostly rotten. That’s it, then! No more visits to the lettuce lady.

We had a very hot lunch on one of the balconies – the panino, some left over pizza, some octopus salad (both left from the night before) and the salad. Nap time!